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Post by mnheiallweii on Jan 13, 2008 15:23:32 GMT -5
After orbit is established around Earth, and the crew are given time for shore leave, she stands, and returns to her quarters. She still has so much she wants to work through. And, now it appears she will have the time.
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Post by Eviess Radaik on Jan 18, 2008 17:55:00 GMT -5
After the document was delivered, she spent a few hours on Earth. Then left and returned to the ship. She slept for a couple of hours waking up her mood was better. mediation and sleep always did wonders.
She decided to get some work done and left for her office. She knew most of the crew were on the surface. Which was good for the Federation members to be home, in their own space. She smiled slightly at the thought walking down the corridor to her office.
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Post by erie`Arrain Dan'lia Rhial on Jan 23, 2008 19:43:30 GMT -5
Dan'lia picked up her carry-sack, somewhat heavier for the old style books that she had obtained while on Earth. Four of her classmates were in town and they had gotten together for food and laughter. She would never tell her family, but during her year's stay at Starfleet Medical training, her friends had included a human, Vulcan, and Klingon. They had been put in the same class to prove that the races could work together. Of course, it was easier because they were all scientists and medics, interested in learning anything that could help them save lives.
She beamed to the ship, and made her way to her quarters. She unpacked her books, and the data chips with information on some new techniques in treatment of patients. Then, after a shower and change, she made herself a cup of tea and settled down to enjoy reading.
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Post by mnheiallweii on Jan 23, 2008 23:25:41 GMT -5
After returning from the unexpectedly enjoyable dinner, she once again turns her attention to the memory cube, and the project she had been running before she left.
The current set of disective washes had completed, and she eagerly set the play back on the messages. On several of them, she was able to pick out pieces of other messages. Not buried, but running along a similar wave length. In this, she smiled, because the challenge it provided. Settling in for an exhausting night, she begain the painstaking task of tracing back the communications, and assembling the pieces into a whole.
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